rudey and houseboy

when recently i was visiting friends in san diego, my friend, rudey, invited us all for drinks but left as soon as we arrived. this rudeness might have annoyed us, had he not left us in good hands with his roommate, houseboy.

we drank all rudey's booze, then explored his living quarters, which perhaps due to his military background were scarily organized.

so we moved shit around.

when rudey returned the next day, he was distressed about the one-shelf switcheroo.

at first i was surprised, but then remembered he'd always been sensitive.